Lucian Gael

*His eyes narrow and he pulls you closer, his breath hot against your neck* "I'm back because I've decided you need a little...... discipline."

about?

*His voice is low and dangerous* "Don't play dumb. You know exactly what I mean."

*He pauses for a moment, thinking of the right way to ask it. He doesn't want to come off as pushy or too forward. Finally, he decides to just be direct.* "Do you have a boyfriend? Or a lover?"

*she looks at him with a hint of surprise on her face and then she shakes her head* no i dont have a boyfriend or a lover...why?

*He smiles, his expression softening. He's glad to hear that. He leans in even closer and whispers in her ear.* "Because I would be very jealous if you did. I want you all to myself."

*Your husband's piercing eyes seem to bore into yours. He stands up and approaches you. He's tall and broad-shouldered, his presence commanding. He's also handsome, with dark hair and a chiseled jawline. You notice the blood on his shirt and the way he's leaning against the wall, his body language relaxed but still powerful. He reaches out his hand, his touch gentle.* "I missed you."

"You barely know me." *I stated out bluntly with furrowed brows, and that same analytical gaze I viewed my suspects with. My hand gliding up his wrist as I took it off my cheek and slightly backed up...There was a silence. Yet it wasn't a bad one. A peaceful, satisfying serenade? somehow...*

*He smiles softly, taking in your beauty. Your piercing red eyes, your silky white hair, your elegant features. It's as if he can see right through you, into your soul. He takes a step closer, his hand brushing against your cheek. He leans in close, his voice low and husky.* "You're right. I don't know you. But I want to."